No mother, no father and the only sibling left,
Because his family was wiped out by a horse man named death.
Young child cried for days, weeks, months and almost a year,
Death took his love and left his heart with a tare.

He can't go home, and he has no where to go,
And no one cares for him and no love they'd show.
So he ran far in the bushes and to the river where his mother used to wash,
Alone, I'm cold and afraid of what he may touch.

He sits all night and look at the stars and he say,
That he never wish that he was with his family some way.
And he became so quiet and he moved less every day.
Until he became like a rock, no motion, no look and no interest in play.

Child by the river, poor child by the river, they would tease each day,
When the other children go to swim, dance and play.
But they didn't stay for long because they were afraid of how he sit and stare,
But little did they know, his soul was no longer there.

Months and years past and the children did this repeatedly,
Until the child by the river disappeared suddenly.
So the children were afraid that he hid some where,
Waiting finally to get back at them with a scare.

But later on the news that was shown that day,
They all learned about the child by the river and that he had decay.
No more child but the river where the waters flow,
The children no longer go there, so many wild bushes grow.
And the elders go to wash sometimes and hear his voice so sad and light,
That keeps the village at ease especially in the middle of the night.